All you slingers and fiends
Hide behind your rocks
Put down your guard
I'm not here to box
This is no showdown
So throw down your guns
You see it doesn't matter
Where you come from
You could be from park ave
Or from a park bench
You could be a politican
Or a bitchy princess
But if you're lookin' for a fist
And you're lookin' to unite
Put your knuckleheads together
Make a fist and fight
Not to your death
And not to your grave
I'm talking about that freedom
Fight like a brave

Fight like a brave
Don't be a slave
No one can tell you
You've got to be afraid

If you're sick-a-sick'n'tired
Of being sick and tired
If you're sick of all the bullshit
And you're sick of all the lies
It's better late than never
To set-a-set it straight
You know the lie is dead
So give your self a break
Get it through your head
Get if off your chest
Get it out your arm
Because it's time to start fresh
You want to stop dying
The life you could be livin'
I'm here to tell a story
But I'm also here to listen
No I'm not your preacher
And I'm not your physician
I'm just trying to reach you
I'm a rebel with a mission

Fight like a brave
Don't be a slave
No one can tell you
You've got to be afraid

Fight like a brave
Don't be a slave
No one can tell you
You've got to be afraid

I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan
A plan based on a band, a band based on a plan
There should be no.....in the land of lands
It's a hollywood jam

You say you're running and you're running
And you're running afraid
You say you ran across the planet
But you couldn't get away
The fire in your brain
Was driving you insane
You were looking for a day
In a life that never came
So don't tell me that
I've got to take a number
Cause I've been to that doctor
And believe me that's a bummer
Here's a one of a kind
Convention of the mind
And don't forget to mention
That it doesn't cost a dime
Come as you like
And leave any time
And one more thing
You know it doesn't have to rhyme

Fight like a brave
Don't be a slave
No one can tell you
You've got to be afraid...

Funky Crime

Why do you do what you do
I do what I want to do
Who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I want to do
I do what I want to do

Funky crime funky crime
Don't you know funk's colors blind
Well I've committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Hey you mister interview
I don't have to answer you
This is what I grew into
Don't judge me and my soul stew
Cause funk is my attitude
Funk is my attitude

Funky crime funky crime
Don't you know funk's colors blind
Well I've committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Barriers of race
In the media take place
Tellin'you there is no room
For what you do, don't budge
There's no groove to your gloom
Who made you the judge
Always room for funky tunes
And yes I funk it up

Funky boy
Meets a funky girl
Make it funky, baby
Cause the funk is crazy

Why do you do what you do
I do what I want to do
Who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I want to do
I do what I want to do

Funky crime funky crime
Don't you know funk's colors blind
Well I've committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Funky crime
Funky crime
Funky funky crime
The crime is funky

Me & My Friends

Me and my, me and my, me and my,
Me and my, me and my friends

Like two sweet peas
In an even sweeter pod
That's my friend
And my friends's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you
'bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He's a hell-a-swell fellow
Well enough to tell you
That we know each other better
Than we know our selves
Like freaks of a feather
We rock together
I know Bob well
But I think he knows me better

Me and my, me and my, me and my,
Me and my, me and my friends

He's as close to me
As a friend can be
I'll be standin' by my buddy
He'll be standin' by me
Just another half of
The two headed freak
But I need him like
My heart needs to beat
At this point
In this friendly verse
I've got to sing a little something
That I haven't rehearsed
It's about my man
And his name is Hillel
For who my love
Is woul brother sacred
Take it hickleberry
Slim boy take it

Me and my, me and my, me and my,
Me and my, me and my friends

Jacky's eyes are closed
But he's right on course
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green chrysler
Bad as anybody's porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's as strong as a horse

Me and my, me and my, me and my,
Me and my, me and my friends

Backwoods

Someone spilled blood many years ago
Someone spilled blood but do you know
That from the backwoods
Where the Chuck Berrys grow
Come your long tall
Daddies of a rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Spinning' down from the clouds
Like a tornado
Spinnin' out of control
Like a psychedelic soul
With a rhythm hittin' harder
Than Larry Holmes
Come your long tall
Daddies of rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley
Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split finger licking licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hick
We'll make your nipples ripple
Make you wanna dip your dipple
Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
Because my man has a grip on it
And I do mean on it
Which brings to mind
A very sinister minister kind of guy
A man named Little Richard
Born to make them bitches stir
That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
From the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milk his cow
The Howling Wolf will howl
And since times does allow
You all can

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Skinny Sweaty Man

Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot
He's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth
Across the dance floor he does scoot
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

The caboose that could he goes toot toot
Been known to gag and sometimes puke
A very good friend of granny goose
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

He's half man and half cartoon
But good buddy don't be confused
He's full blooded looney tune
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Face to face with the man in the moon
His family doctor is doctor seuss
If you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

He was new in town
A free wheelin' clown
A funny young duke
Hangin' under the roof
Of a place in time
United sound

He'll play a little guitar sing a few blues
He's the kind-a-guy that you can't refuse
Despite the fact that he's no brute
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
Like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
Coming soon to a theatre near you
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Behind The Sun

One day while bathing in the sea
My talking dolphin spoke to me
He spoke to me in symphony
From freedom's peace beneath the sea
He looked to me eyes full of love
Said yes we live behind the sun

Behind the sun

The sun goes up
And the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound

Now while I shower in the rain
I watch my dolphin swim away
The one who listens to the surf
Can feel the pulse beat of the earth
And like my dolphin swims so free
The sun does swim into the sea

Behind the sun

An island flying through the sky
One day your son might ask you why
And if you son should be a girl
She too might ask you of this world
The sun shines sweet upon your beach
And yes my dolphin loves to teach

Behind the sun

The sun goes up
And the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
Says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off

God knows when but you're doin' it again!
You better duck down the alleyway lookin'for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
Orders from the D.A.

Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Special Secret Song Inside
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Version 3
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1st verse:

Well, my landlady, she lives 3 houses away.
She claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "fuck me"
Every day, when I'm in the hay.

2nd verse:

Struck by lust in a telephone booth. Busted by a cop; he said, "that's
Uncool."
He said that she can hear my baby screaming to me "fuck me"
Every day, when I'm in the hay.

And then the rest is agreed upon.

No Chump Love Sucker

She's a witch
A bonafide bore
What's more - she snores
And that is a fact
Cow eyes lie
Yes it's time to resist
How did I ever
Get into this
How could I ever
Have kissed that bitch
So what if she's
Got big tits

She's the kinda girl
Who changas her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who
Won't just let things sit

She came like a cat
Like a cat to cat nop
She came in my lap
With her womanly hips
When I first met her
I came unglued
I played the part of
A blueblooded fool
I'm through with your sewage
I'm through with your trash
I always knew that I'd
Get the last laugh

She's the kinda girl
Who changas her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who
Won't just let things sit

Like two trains on one track
Bound for a crash
Two red white and blues we were
Destined to clash
I can't fix the future
I can't change the past
Like fly by night news
We were not meant to last
I'm through with your bluefish
I'm through with your gash
I'm through being screwed with by
You and your wack attack

Jump back for chump love
You won't be back for cover
But no no no no
I'm no chump love sucker
No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

I thought that your love
Was a matter of fact
But I lost my pride
When I realized that
The smack in my bag
And my baseball bat
Was all you were after
Boys "you dirty rat"
She's a bitch and a brat
And a living disaster
She thought she was fast
But I was faster

Walkin On Down The Road

Well I'm walking on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what bobby d was told
I'm walkin' on down the road

Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb
Trust is a must to be a true blue dude
That's a matter of fact don't be confused
Evebody knows true friends are few

Well I'm walking on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what bobby d was told
I'm walkin' on down the road

Love Trilogy

My love comes, and when it does
It's a crazy kind of
Selective affection
My love flows lika a wize guy's tie
In the zanniest of directions
My love protection, my love erection
You better get some of my infection
My love can be-a-bigger than
The hoover dam
My love can hide behind
A grain of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't laugh
And ask my dad

My love is death to appartheid rule
My love is deepest depth, the ocean blues

My love began from love
My love for an unknown grubby bum
My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb
My love for the best set of buns
My love for the feal of the drums

My love for a butter knuckle hands
My love for the sweedes in the bad
My love for the legs that I spin
My love for the fat mingy
My love, my love
My love is my gross innerself
My love is my dick in my head
My love is my gross innerself
My love is my dick in my head

Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

Welcome friends to my thoughts of when
The fax city 4 were four young men
Time has come, now we jam
With the uplift mofo party plan
We're the organic anti-beat box band

One comes from the holy land
Another was born an australian
Me i'm from michigan
But hollywood is the land of lands
It's a hollywood jam

We represent the hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
We represent the hollywood kids
Organic anti-beat box band

Life is grand in the land of lands
The mind does boggle the mind expands
The anarchy 4 have manned their craft
Get on your knees and shake your ass
To the jam that is

We don't ask we demand
That you and your clan
Listem now to this jam
To the power of the drummers bad
It's a hollywood jam

We represent the hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
We represent the hollywood kids
Organic anti-beat box band

There's a party in my town at 12:00
There's a party that's rockin down to the rock
I've got nothin' against hip hop
But there's a party in my town
And no beat box jam that is

The party's got girls the girls got hot
The party's got boys and the boys got socks
Something popped the doors unlocked
House got up ran around the block
Sit down house
Take off your blouse

We represent the hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
Any good friend of the lollypop kids
Over the rainbow with the wiz
We represent the hollywood kids
Organic anti-beat box band

With the organic anti-beat box band
You just might slam dance that is
It's a hollywood jam